Isle of Rum

Canna, Rum, Eigg and Muck - all names that I have known for many years, all islands I would visit in years to come. In May 2012, I finally crossed to Eigg from Arisaig on glassy seas beneath blue skies - it was a superb trip with a perfect camp from which we watched the sun set beyond the Rum Cuillin. There was no time then, but it was a trip which left its mark - a return to Rum was inevitable. The only question was when. And that of the route itself. I was determined to camp on the northern tip of the island, rather than staying at Dibidil on the south-east coast. To sit above the sands and watch the sun setting beyond the Hebrides - that was as much a reason for crossing to Rum as a circumnavigation of the island. With just an evening, one full day and the following morning available, we settled on the crossing from Glenbrittle to Kilmory, planning to paddle around the island and return to the camp the next day before crossing back to Glenbrittle on the last morning. It was a good plan...
Ready to launch from the steep pebble bank of the River Brittle. At high water, we joined the sea loch immediately. On our return, the shallow river proved a god-send, saving a long carry with laden boats.
With a fresh breeze, blue skies and a gentle following sea, the crossing from Rubh an Dunain was perfect.
Looking back on The Cuillin - a good day for the ridge - my thoughts drifted awhile remembering long days on rough gabbro, thinking on the complexities of the Great Traverse.
From the mouth of Loch Brittle to Kilmory is a distance of approximately 12km and we made quick progress as the sun sank, keen to enjoy the last of the day's light ashore.
Inside the small skerries beyond the beach of Kilmory that marked the end of the crossing...
...and looking back across the sound, a remarkable boulder standing in isolation on the sandstone slabs above.
Landing on the distinctive sands of Kilmory...
...that reminded me instantly of the beach Tim and I had camped above on Eigg two years before.
With time to spare, watched by curious deer, we pitched on the cropped grass of the point...
...settling in to watch as the skies turned through pastel shades above the northern cliffs of Skye...
...the Outer Hebrides clearly visible on the horizon beyond Canna...
...darkening finally to end a day that had been played out to perfection.

Comments

Ian said…
Great stuff will! That beach at Kilmory is a cracker

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